Master Wang's face was already full of solemn expression. As for what Wu Qiong said, "the writing work" was purely his modest words.

"My friend Wu Qiong is too modest. Just the four words you just can't measure money. I originally wanted to buy it with money, but now when I see these four words, I feel ashamed of myself and am very ashamed. Where can I buy art by money?"

Master Wang said with emotion on his face. Wu Qiong felt a little [Hmm?!] in his heart at that time.

Good guy, this old man is a bit scheming. He first said he would spend money to buy and trick me into opening the door, and then he saw the words, and said that money insulted the words.

It seems like I am praising me, but in fact, I have saved the idea of ​​spending money to get free. How can I do it? Even if you praise me to God, there is no such thing.

Wu Qiong thought of this and smiled slightly:

"It doesn't matter whether it's money or not. Mr. Wang and you feel that you've always been very speculative. Otherwise, just this number is considered a favor."

Wu Qiong stretched out two fingers.

Wu Qiong was a little panicked when he sold four words to him for 2,000 yuan. He only had fifty dollars to carry and framed the words on the wall outside. He might only get twenty yuan for purchases.

But Wu Zhi was from the Great Zhou Dynasty and his calligraphy was amazing. He wrote calligraphy in Shanglu City. A calligraphy can be sold for dozens or hundreds of dollars. It doesn’t matter that ancient people wrote four characters, but they couldn’t sell for two thousand yuan, right?

However, Wu Qiong was still a bit weak. After all, two thousand yuan is the price of calligraphy. He had visited nightclubs before and often performed at auctions. So many calligraphy and paintings were sold for a few thousand yuan, with many characters and beautiful paintings.

Wu Qiong thought so in his heart. Master Wang was shocked, opened his mouth and stammered:

"Twenty...twenty..."

Wu Qiong frowned. Why did the other party press down to twenty when he opened his mouth?

Wu Qiong hurriedly said:

"Two thousand, don't tell me the price, be more refreshing. In fact, I'm still a little internet celebrity. This price is not expensive, so it's a favor."

"two thousand?"

Master Wang nodded. He thought it was 200,000 yuan, and he was wondering whether the price was too exaggerated. Although Wu Qiong wrote well, this is not an antique and he did not have a great reputation. Two thousand is indeed a very suitable price. Which modern calligrapher, with four characters, can still be sold for tens of thousands of yuan?

Master Wang was very pleased. Wu Qiong is a young man, not arrogant or impatient. The price of two thousand is very suitable. He did not read the wrong person. Then he calmed down his emotions and understood what Wu Qiong said, "human favor" means. He is willing to sell it, which is human favor.

When Wu Qiong saw Master Wang's expression, he thought he thought the price was appropriate and he was very rich.

He simply took out all the letters written by Wu Zhi that he had cut out, then put them on the table and said:

"There are also these pictures that are written by practice. Let's sell them together. No matter the number of words, they are two thousand."

"Isn't it suitable? This favor is too heavy."

Master Wang hurriedly took out the cash in his pocket. He was old and 80 years old, and he couldn't use WeChat payments, and he still had an old-fashioned wallet on him.

He took out two thousand yuan and handed it to Wu Qiong, with an extremely solemn expression on his face. Wu Qiong didn't expect that there would be such gains. He had paid his salary before, and mailed half of it back to his hometown, and the remaining half had already been spent.

The main reason is that Wu Zhi spends money too quickly. He doesn’t know that this woman spends money all day long, does not buy clothes or do big health care. How can she spend money the same as running water?

Wu Qiong accepted the two thousand yuan and stuffed it into his pocket. He saw that Master Wang only took the four words and did not take the rest. After reading it, Wu Qiong thought Mr. Wang had no money to buy it, which was a pity.

As for why these characters are small characters like these home letters, Wu Qiong also said before that they are practicing characters. Think about the characters in the copybook, they are only so big. It is normal to write small characters while practicing.

Master Wang never thought that he would gain such a reward, and he was very happy.

In fact, these words are indeed expensive to sell for Mr. Wang for two thousand, and they are not antiques. Wu Qiong doesn’t have a great reputation in calligraphy. Who knows it?

However, looking at Master Wang's happy appearance, he didn't feel any distress. I guess the old man should not be short of money. I didn't mean to buy a happy lifestyle product for two thousand yuan. I didn't cheat him on selling health products. Wu Zhi's word is indeed OK. He doesn't lose, I don't lose.

Wu Qiong comforted himself in this way, and then he heard Mr. Wang in front of him put away his words and said:

"Speaking of this, there was a female star named Lulu some time ago. She seemed to have something unpleasant with Wu Qiong's friend."

"Ah, that matter is actually a misunderstanding, but it has been resolved."

Wu Qiong didn't care, so he went to get some tea, ran Mr. Wang a cup of boiling water with tea, and said:

“Drink some tea.”

Mr. Wang smiled and looked at Bai Kaishui in front of him and said:

“Sure.”

"I'm a good tea, you can try it, I don't want your money."

Wu Qiong smiled. As for good tea, it was just nonsense. Anyway, the price was not cheap.

But Mr. Wang was confused. He had talked with "Wu Qiong" before that the knowledge of "Wu Qiong" in Chinese studies is very admirable. Even Mr. Wang wanted to learn from "Wu Qiong". His way of tea is also very powerful.

It is impossible for Wu Qiong to see that this is obviously not a good tea leaf, and the tea residue is everywhere.

But Master Wang felt that although a person as proficient in Chinese studies as Wu Qiong is young, his psychological age, life experience and insights are definitely not measured by age. With just such words, which young man can write well?

Master Wang looked solemnly, which showed that the tea had a unique meaning. He quickly picked up the tea cup and then tasted it solemnly.

He frowned, then stretched out, then frowned again.

Wu Qiong was surprised to see that Mr. Wang had such a rich expression. Has I used to release poison when I had a tea?

When I was drinking meat cloves and spices in Dazhou, I didn’t have the rich expressions as much as you did. Could it be that my tea leaves have expired?

Wu Qiong was embarrassed to taste the tea that others had drunk, so he could only ask one question:

"How? Have you tasted it?"

Master Wang frowned and then stretched out, as if he had figured out some joint.

The feeling was like the Ren and Du meridians were instantly opened. Wu Qiong could not describe it well, and he felt that Master Wang's whole person seemed to have been sublimated.

Master Wang stood up and said solemnly:

"After drinking this tea from Wu Qiong, I realized what the difference is with Wu Qiong. Even though so many companies begged you to be a celebrity, you ignore it. You can write such powerful words when you go to get off work from 9 to 5 every day. After drinking this cup of tea, I realized what mood is."

"My friend Wu Qiong, you are the real big hidden in the city. I am an ordinary person like me, and I have been burdened by fame and fortune all my life. When others praise me, I really feel that I am great, just like this cup of tea made by Mr. Wu Qiong. This is life. I am too floating and I have long lost my life. What good words can I write?"

After Master Wang finished speaking, he sighed again with regret:

"I have lived for decades, but after all, I have forgotten my true heart. I am just like those vulgar people, vulgar and unbearable!"

Wu Qiong was confused when he saw it. He didn't know what Mr. Wang had suddenly had so many life insights, or was he saying that his tea was so unpleasant? Was he scolding me tactfully?

Wu Qiong didn't sound like him. He was just strange when he saw Master Wang and said with a smile:

"When it comes to the big star Lulu, she was late for an intention meeting this afternoon. It is estimated that the investor has cancelled her investment. I heard that she offended Xiao Chengyuan, and Jingtian Group is also withdrawing its investment. Alas, there are many troubles in people. If you really like singing, why bother to be a star?"

When Wu Qiong heard Mr. Wang’s words, he was stunned at first, and then asked:

"She was late in the afternoon? No, Mr. Wang, how do you know?"

"I just came over from the side of my intention to meet the fun. I didn't expect that it was time to come and she didn't show up. I left and the investor left."

When Wu Qiong heard Mr. Wang say this, he remembered that when he went there, he was blocked at the door, as if Lulu was indeed in a nanny car and was about to go out, but when she saw her, she stopped.

Could it be that... Is she causing her to be late? She lost her investment?

Wu Qiong clapped his hands:

"She was really late for me..."

"What?"

Mr. Wang was stunned:

"You're late by your friend Wu Qiong?"

Wu Qiong nodded and said with a wry smile:

"You may not believe it very much, but it is really me who caused it. As for how it caused it, I won't say it. After all, it's a private matter of a big star, but she is not deliberately late. Alas, I hope the investor can listen to her explanation. If it doesn't work, I have to apologize to Lulu. Actually, she is quite good, really speaking of all aspects."

After Wu Qiong said that, Mr. Wang smiled:

"Since it's related to you, Xiaoyou Wu Qiong, she didn't mean to be late, so it's okay."

"Hope."

Wu Qiong said casually, and then he was in a hurry to read the paper. He thought that the old man had given the money, took the words, and drank the tea. It was almost time to send him away, so he continued:

"It's getting late. I'll have something to do later. Does Mr. Wang live far away? I'll give you it?"

"Not far away, I have a car. My friend Wu Qiong, please do it first and won't bother you."

Mr. Wang stood up, then looked at the disposable paper cup of tea water next to him, and pointed at him and said:

"Can I take this cup away?"

"Well, no problem."

Wu Qiong handed the tea water on it and saw Mr. Wang drinking and leaving while drinking, he was a little speechless.

[Good guy, I bought Wu Zhi's word for two thousand yuan. I'm afraid you don't think you're losing money, even my good tea leaves will be taken away...]

Wu Qiong watched Mr. Wang leave and planned to close the door. After all, he still had to read the paper and went to Dazhou to farm and develop the country tomorrow. He was very busy!

……………………

Going to Lu Lu Studio, it's late at night.

Lulu was not in a very high mood all afternoon because her intention would be cancelled unexpectedly, and the investor even called to scold her. She could basically be sure that she would not be able to invest 100%.

And losing such an important investor, the new song press conference that followed had to be postponed.

Lulu went back to the studio in the afternoon and practiced singing. She always felt that everything went wrong after meeting Wu Qiong.
To be continued...